A Plea...
Aches and
pains,
Fears and
cares;
Some real,
Some hidden,
Most, not
even there.
Burdened by
this life;
I need some
respite.
I remember
him;
With a
little envy perhaps.
He’s cut
loose,
He’s free!
Why him
And not me?
Understanding,
I don’t claim;
Nor any
clarity.
Where to,
from here, Lord?
I’m tired,
help me.
-
R. D. P.
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